Suddenly, she remembered the iron bar discarded down the tunnel. It was her only hope. She turned and ran as fast as she could back the way she came. It was an impractical weapon, but she could think of nothing else.
She could hear Letitia hot on her heels. It lent wings to her legs. There it was, exactly where she had discarded it in the middle of the aisle.
The sound of the wolf’s running gate changed behind her, and she knew Letitia was ready to spring. Addison skidded feet first across the floor, flattening her body to the ground and grabbing at the makeshift weapon as she went down.
The wolf managed to rake Addison’s head as she leapt, sending her vision reeling and blood coursing down her face.
Despite her injury, Addison wasted no time jumping to her feet, the bar held before he
